And with gracious words and high,
Bade me look beyond the sky,
To the Glory throned above,
To th' eternal Light and Love.
Many years have blossomed by:
Far and far from childhood I;
Yet its sunrays on me fall,
Here among my children all.
So among my babes I go,
Singing high and singing low;
Striving for the silver tone
Which my memory holds alone.
If I chant my little lays
Tunefully, be yours the praise;
If I fail, 'tis I must rue
Not t' have closelier followed you.